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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
The blonde she cat turned around, stressed as she heard pawsteps entering the den. Oh… that’s just… perfect. Closing her eyes for a moment, Caliapaw took a deep breath and then approached her brother, swallowing hard in order to keep from yelling at him. She wanted to yell at both of them for being stupid, and taking on fights they couldn’t handle. Or at least, Doepaw had. Snowpaw looked like he was going to be okay, this was something she could deal with. ”Don’t move. I’m coming right back.” These instructions were aimed at Thrushwing, before she examined Snowpaw’s side and shoulder. She’d stop the bleeding first. Then she would fix it up for infection. And in the end, everything would be fine. ”Well, you’re lucky it’s not too bad. At least you were smart enough to get out of there quicker.” The battle was rough, Caliapaw already knew that. She had never fought in a battle. She’d come pretty close to having a fight, but as far as a real battle went, she had no experience with that. She wished she was better at it. Grabbing some cobwebs from the herb storage, and eyeing her supply doubtfully, Caliapaw placed them on the bleeding spots. Snowpaw’s right shoulder was worse-looking than his side. With luck, she’d fix it so that he wouldn’t be stuck with a permanant limp - but with the luck she’d been having recently, he just might be stuck with a limp. |
His eyes flickered somewhere else, staying rather quiet. Snowpaw looked back at her. He was half hoping she wouldn't notice him. However she did, it was too late to just leave. Not without Caliapaw yowling at him. "I guess?" The tom replied, it was quieter than usual. He couldn't help but try to see if she was injured. It was hard not to think about it. With Wheatfur's death, he didn't want that to happen to Caliapaw. No one, really. However Snowpaw tried to not make it that obvious which only made it more obvious. His eyes seem rather dull, worn out from the war. He didn't bother with much small talk. Snowpaw sucked in his teeth when she placed the cobwebs on his wounds. The pain stung, something he would never get use to. "Ow.." He muttered under his breath, almost inaudibly. He didn't think much about his shoulder or wounds. He didn't exactly care about much as he should. Snowpaw was careless with his wounds, no doubt. "Are you injured?" He soon blurted out, Snowpaw didn't find any wounds. Not any that he could see anyway. Even if it wasn't his job he still wanted to know. The sentence slipped out, he didn't actually want her to know. His mind went straight to that she would think that he saw her as defenseless. Even if he kind of did.